Harry and Ron walked into Hogsmeade together, the lights lit up the village, and even though it was March, the cold had not subsided, and he tightened his hood to keep out the pervasive cool breeze.

The chill doesn't just come from the weather.

Ron was more silent than usual, perhaps he had been depressed since Hermione stopped acting with them, Harry didn't know, he thought his spirit was getting worse and worse, except for the strange and terrible nightmares, the snake that disappeared and reappeared, and the toad Umbridge who seemed to be everywhere day and night.

Even the rare few trips to Hogsmeade in a semester were tedious, and Harry wouldn't even want to leave the Gryffindor common room if it weren't for continuing to maintain his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. By the way, the organization is now called "Dumbledore's Army".

It is not only the position of the participants, but perhaps also the infinite nostalgia for the old Headmaster who left Hogwarts, apparently no one thinks Dolores Umbridge is a worthy Headmaster, Harry and Ron privately call her a toad, meaning that she is nothing more than a puppet of the Ministry of Magic.

can think that Hogwarts is now controlled by people, so there is not much fun left for taunting.

"Don't be depressed, Harry, I mean, I heard that Fred made something funny, they called it caterpillar candy - caterpillars crawl out of nostrils when you eat it." Ron looked at Harry, looked around again, shrugged his shoulders and broke the silence.

"Yes." Harry hastily coped, he felt at a loss, life was like a bowl of muddy water, when impurities floated all over the surface, it was difficult to see underwater, and he wished that Hermione was here, and her clever mind would be able to make a sound, not like now.

He often wondered what was the purpose of his creation of this organization, to show off to Ning An? Or prove to Qiu Zhang that, yes, he has been through a lot of things, he has also fought several times against terrible enemies, and has quite a lot of experience in dealing with dark magic compared to his peers, but so what?

Their names are Dumbledore's Army, but they can't contact Dumbledore, they can't do anything for him, the members have different thoughts, Michael Corner and his Ravenclaw companions, or because of Ginny, compared to the snake letter that the Hogwarts students know, Harry really can't muster up the courage to compare.

The heavy dark circles under his eyes meant that Harry hadn't slept well for a long time, those strange nightmares tormented him, even though he had written many letters to Sirius, but so far he still hadn't received a reply, he had to comfort himself "He's busy, Dumbledore is not here, the Order of the Phoenix must have a lot going on now, and the situation outside is more complicated." ”

But the boy still had a trace of resentment in his heart towards his closest godfather, who was almost the only one who could make him feel the warmth of the world.

“…… Parvati and I have said that, and now it's hard to join, it's a lot more low-key, like ...... Hidden in the shadows, you know, she said you can't even tell who's a member, of course it's going to be a Slytherin, but that's just gossip......"

"What?" Harry was stunned and missed what Ron had said.

"Snake letter, that organization." Ron paused for a moment and whispered, "Do you think those people know about the Room of Requirement?" ”

The members of Dumbledore's Army were currently training in the Room of Requirement, which used to be Ning'an's territory, and Harry knew this, and he was in a worse mood at the thought of it, well, it was another handout, a handout from that person.

As for whether the Serpent Letters at Hogwarts knew that there was a Room of Requirement, Harry didn't know, but after all, he didn't think that the Slytherin Student Council who pretended to be ghosts and secrets were really part of that person's organization, and he was used to bluffing and pretending to be powerful in the years he had lived with Dali.

But to say that he knows that there are people who can respond to requests, Harry is sure that the girl named Daphne in Hermione and Slytherin is clear, and Harry has an indescribable fear of Daphne, he knows very well how close this girl is to Ning'an.

Sometimes he felt like Ning An had planted an eyeliner in Hogwarts, so that every time they met, it made him uncomfortable and uncomfortable, and now there was one more person who made him uncomfortable, his former best friend, of course, not including another girl Harry who didn't want to touch his memories, he really felt that life was bad enough, and he didn't want to know anything about Qiu Zhang.

“…… We should move next, maybe it's not safe, but what do you think of Hagrid, he's definitely behind us......"

Ron was still babbling, and what Harry didn't say was that Hagrid was already out of his way, and Umbridge was almost blatantly trying to trouble him, looking like he was going to kick Dumbledore's remnants out of the school one by one, and how could Hagrid provide them with a venue.

After passing through the crowds of Central Boulevard, the two finally came to the door of a small tattered bar, with a wooden sign depicting a severed pig's head, blood seeping through the white cloth that encased it.

Pushing open the door, there was a creak, and choking smoke wafted out of the tavern, and the room was foggy, and some figures could be seen, but it was not clear.

Harry felt a blow on his left shoulder, and he fell to the side, but Ron was able to hold him up in time, and together they looked angrily at the man who had walked in with rage.

The man was more tightly wrapped than Harry, tall, but thin, and for some reason, Harry thought to himself: this man seemed to have seen him somewhere.

Sensing the gaze of the two, the hooded man seemed to snort coldly, his voice somewhat familiar, but before Harry could begin to remember, the man walked into the bar.

"It's ......," Ron muttered angrily, "Are you alright, Harry?" ”

Harry shook his head, and the two of them also entered the bar, the dim light could not illuminate all the places, but in the agreed direction, there were faintly about a dozen people gathered, Harry could see that it was Dumbledore's army companions, but he didn't know why, his mind was always pulled by the tall hooded man who had bumped into him before, and his intuition told him that he might have really seen that person.

Searching with his eyes, in the corner of the bar against the wall, it seemed that someone had just sat down, tall and thin body and hood were very obvious, and around the table there were two more people sitting, wearing robes and cloaks, their faces could not be seen clearly, but their bodies were very wide, Harry thought it must be at least a third of Hagrid's width.

But before he could think more, he had already arrived at the members' tables, so he had to leave them behind for the time being.

On the round table in the corner where Harry's attention had been grabbed, the tall man in the hood was tremblingly reaching into his arms, pulling out a parchment envelope and silently pushing it onto the table, and the fat man sitting opposite him took it without hesitation, shoved it into his arms, and then seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

The third man hid in the shadows of the wall, and a low voice came from the hood, "All right, Igor, so we're grasshoppers on a rope—"

It was a man's voice, full of cunning.

"Then maybe the master will be willing to forgive you, even if you have made such a mistake - yes, it is the master himself." The obese hooded man on the side said.

"No, no...... Such...... That's not right......" The tall and thin man's shoulders trembled, and he looked as if he was sobbing, "You don't know, that man...... No, can you give it back to me...... I didn't ...... All this has nothing to do with me, it has nothing to do with me, it is not for you that I gave you, you remember! ”

"Giggles", the fat man let out a low, shrill laugh, "Karkaroff, how long will you play this trick of self-deception, it has been like this since the past, it has been said a long time ago, don't look back, we are grasshoppers on a rope now." ”

"That's it, you've been forgiven by your master, and when we get rid of the kid who occupies your headmaster's position, maybe you'll be able to take helm of Durmstrang again, just wait, Igor." The third man in the shadows said narrowly.

"Oh my God, you...... How dare you, here! Karkaroff suddenly became panicked, and he tried his best to lower his voice and restrain his heartfelt roar, "I just ...... I'm just looking for a way out, since ...... Since the Dark Lord has promised to forgive me...... But...... But you ......."

"That's enough, don't be verbose." The man in the shadows waved his hand impatiently, and at the same time chased away a fly, "We all know your thoughts, Igor, what it's like to stay in Durmstrang like a captive and never be able to leave, what it's like to be afraid, I know." ”

For the first time, the man reached out and patted Karkarov's trembling shoulder, and continued: "And our family's business is not as good as before, that kid is too carried away to take us seriously, and his status with him is not even comparable to those children from Azkaban-"

The fat man nodded, reaching out and rubbing the huge ruby ring on his fat finger exposed by his sleeve, but after a moment, he retracted it again, as if he was afraid of being discovered.

Karkaroff was silent for a long time, as if he had finally come to his senses, gritted his teeth, and said with determination: "You have sworn by a spell that you will not tell me whether you succeed or fail, this secret will be sealed, and I only know where he is going......"

"Okay, okay, got Igor." The man in the shadows gave up the idea of persuading him to be reassured, got up from the corner, said no more, and walked slowly with the fat man towards the outside of the bar.

Karkaroff sat in his seat, stunned for a moment, then hurriedly wrapped his collar, passed through the foggy little bar, pushed open the door, and disappeared.

“…… As I said, the number one priority is safety, so ......"

"I remember!" Harry suddenly shouted in a low voice, interrupting Ron's gleeful speech, who pouted in dissatisfaction, "What do you remember?" Any good suggestions? Ron asked, slightly depressed.

"That man, Ron!" Harry pulled Ron over, and Ginny Weasley stepped in with him, asking with unconcealed concern between his eyebrows, "What's wrong Harry?" ”

"Who?" Ron was also confused.

"The guy who hit me!" Harry growled, if it wasn't for the pig's head bar, he would have screamed, "Karkaroff! Don't you think that the man is very similar to Karkarov, especially his voice, do you hear it? It's exactly like Karkarov! ”

"Huh?" Ron opened his mouth for some reason, "You mean, that person is Karkaroff?" He asked helplessly, rubbing his brows, and said as if worried about Harry's trance:

"Harry, to be honest I don't see any similarity between them, there are so many tall and thin wizards here, is every one of them Karkaroff, besides, we all know that guy was a former Death Eater, betrayed Voldemort, and is being hunted down, how dare he come to Hogsmeade like this?"

"Did you see Igor Karkarov?" Ginny asked with a frown, Ron didn't answer, just looked at Harry and shook his head.

"No, I have a gut feeling...... That must be...... It should be him...... He is the former principal of Durmstrang...... Come here...... It must all have something to do with Ning'an......" Harry ignored it, muttering to himself softly, rubbing his hair as if trying to figure everything out, but no one could help him, not even believe it.

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"Are you really not going to take Samantha with them?" Parney looked at Ning An worriedly, "I don't even know what that valley is, it's all Muggles who have lived there for generations, and even if you don't see any obvious danger, I think you should try to make sure it's safe, especially in ...... Such periods. ”

"Don't worry, Pani, you don't need any manpower this time, a person who travels lightly and secretly maneuvers, besides, I know how to do what I can, if there is any unstoppable power, I won't be strong." Ning An replied with a chuckle.

From Bathilda Basshat, he learned a lot about the history of Odin and the Rune script, but strangely enough, there is no clear proof in history as to whether Odin was a man or a god, or a powerful ancient wizard.

Rather, the Rune script is finally believed to have been discovered by medieval wizards, and there is very little information about Odin that is pieced together in a few words.

The only thing worth noting was a recurring location, and the only thing that impressed Bathilda was there, so Ning An decided to explore it, and if he could find some clues related to Odin, it might help his magical research.

Since the target was not even sure of himself, he only knew that it was probably located in a cold valley inhabited by Muggles in northern Norway, so he didn't want to bring too many people, so he decided to act alone, of course, Ning An had other reasons to do so.